All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp s03e09 How Time Flies.eng

[Tires screech]

[Car horn honks]

[Pounding on door]

He's done a runner.

At least he can't
have got far.

Back in the car.
Come on.

Hey, Sean.

What?

Look at this.

Oh, our mum would have been
mad for it, wouldn't she?

Barry!

Stop mucking about,
you big jessie.

We're going
to lose him. Come on.

Come on!

He's going home.

Frank is going home
after the weekend.

You going home,
Mr. Wainthropp?

Ah, well, if you're sure
that you can do without me.

Of course we can,
but we shall miss you.

Ah, well,
the time has come,

and there's things
that need doing,

my back guttering,
for instance.

Yes. Now you
must see to that

before winter
sets in.

But first,

I've got a little
surprise lined up.

Oh?

What you doing
this afternoon?

Nothing. Good.

You're coming on
a little outing with me.

Oh?
No. No.

As a thank you
for having me.

Oh, Frank.

I'm not going to say
where or how

beyond saying,

it's a trip
down memory Lane.

Oh, memory Lane.

Is Geoffrey
included?

Well, he can be
if he pays his way.

Yes. Thanks, but I think
that I'll probably be--

memory Lane, right.

Yes. Yes.

[Ring ring]

Wainthropp
detective agency.

Robert.
What is it?

Would you mind if Janet
comes along, Mr. Wainthropp?

Only I promised her
an outing

this afternoon, as well.

We will pay our own way.

Oh, good.
We'll use your car.

Save us bus fares.

Hetty: What do you mean,
not coming?

Well, who decided that?

Oh, well, I might have guessed.

No. I'm all right.
Just give me a minute, will you?

Phone me back.

No. I'll phone you back later.

Yes. I know about
the time difference.

Yes.

Good-bye, love.

Good-bye.

Anything
the matter?

Derek is not coming
back to england.

He has decided to do his course
in New Zealand.

Gloria thinks the climate will
be healthier for the children.

Do you want
to sit down?

No, thank you.

I'll just go
and tidy myself up.

[Telephone ringing]

Wainthropp
detective agency.

Is that Mrs. Wainthropp,
Mrs. Hetty Wainthropp?

Now, do I sound like
Hetty Wainthropp?

I'm sorry?

This is
Hetty Wainthropp.

Can I help you?

Ah, Mrs. Wainthropp,
I am deeply in trouble

and in most urgent need
of your services now,

if you can manage it now.

Well, now isn't really
the best time, Mr.--

have you
tried the police?

Oh, no. It's far too subtle
and complex for the police.

It requires
a fine judgment,

and I could only think
of you, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Are you still there?

Yes. I'm still here.

Where might I find you
in the next hour or so?

I'll come to you.

Oh, I should have to
know a little more

about your trouble
before I could agree

to break
my arrangements.

Mrs. Wainthropp,
I'm being hounded.

Hounded?

Just a minute.

Frank, I wouldn't dream
of spoiling your treat,

but this might be urgent.

I'm afraid I'll have to know
where I'm going to be.

Oh.

Tell us,
Mr. Wainthropp.

Steam railway, rawtenstall,
3:00 departure.

Oh.

20 to 3:00

on the platform of
rawtenstall steam railway.

I'm wearing
a woolly hat.

It's faded green.

No. No, no, no.
Blue, blue,

and a sort
of mustard jacket.

French or English?

Please take me seriously,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm in fear of my life.

[Steam whistle blowing]

He should be here.

Now, who's
a likely candidate?

He could have been
having us on.

He could have,
from the sound of him,

but something
tells me, Geoffrey,

that I might have to forgo
this treat of ours.

Right. This way
for the booking office.

Coming, Frank.

What were you and
Mrs. Wainthropp on about,

foregoing the treat?

We're supposed
to meet a client.

I'll tell you later.

Oh, what a beauty.

If Robert was here now,
he'd be over the moon,

and young Derek,

he had a passion
for engines.

Sherbet lemon,
Mr. Wainthropp?

Mustard jacket.

[Tires screech]

[Car horn honks]

This way!

This way, you blooming sod!

Get on, quick.

Janet, come on.

Janet,
the train.

It's going! Come on.

Come on.

Oh, what's the matter?
Come on! The train!

Pat me on the back.

Oh. Spit it--
oh, my God. Come on.

Well, stop
the train, then.

Stop the train.

Janet!

Oh!

[Steam whistle blowing]

Hetty: I'll make it up
to Frank...

Though it could be a help
to be without him.

Our client is on the train.
Did you find him?

He went straight
to the toilet.

Ohh...

He'll have
to come out sometime.

Others will want to go.

Man: Tickets, please.

Oh, look inspector.
I'm sorry.

No tickets?

Explain,
will you Geoffrey?

Our tickets
are with two friends

who unfortunately--

fare Dodgers,
at last.

Forgive my enthusiasm, madam,
but I've longed for this moment.

The fine
is 30 shillings each.

30 shillings?

Or shall I let you off
with a caution?

Now, find our client
and fetch him here.

[Steam whistle blows]

Frank: Yes. Mabel and I
have often stood here

and contemplated
this depiction.

Of course, you're looking
at a real killer there.

Tell you what,
Frank.

I'd kill
for a cup of tea.

Oh.

[Moo]

Yes. I am.

Thank goodness.

Oh, I'm so sorry to have
missed our appointment.

I've had a most
difficult morning.

My name is Francis,
montague Francis,

but please call me monty.

Hey, bry.

Jan, what are you
doing here?

I'm with
me Uncle Frank.

He's not really me Uncle.

He's me sugar daddy.
Ha ha! Just kidding.

This is me mate bryony.

We used to doze off together
at the back of the class.

Hey, what's the matter?
Have you been crying?

No. No it's nothing.
What can I get you?

[Toilet flushing]

I took early retirement
from the bank

to follow
my lifelong passion,

which I converted
into a business.

Rather successful,

though sometimes one
falls foul of people.

Why are we stopping?

Are we taking on
passengers?

I thought this train just
went backwards and forwards.

Excuse me.
Monty.

[Whistle blows]

[Steam whistle blowing]

[Toilet flushing]

[Ticking]

No. Please don't go.

It's ticking, monty.

I hope so. Open it.

You open it.

It will be
my pleasure...

To reveal something

which pleads
my case for me...

Better than recourse

to my
fumbling words.

Hey bry,
what is this?

Come on.
You can tell us.

Last night,
me mum broke the news.

It's all over
between her and me dad.

He's got someone else.

Your dad?
He can't have.

He might have a wandering eye,
but it didn't mean anything.

Oh, hey.

Are you addressing me,
young man?

I am. Yes.

That lady that
was sitting here,

have you seen her?

"The lady vanishes."

Margaret lockwood.

No. Hetty Wainthropp.

Was she?

Oh. Oh, well, maybe
she's availing herself

of our buffet service
or the toilet facilities.

No. That's where I was.

When the train stopped,
I couldn't flush.

Well, quite right,
you couldn't.

Look. Did she get off?

She may have been
with someone, a man...

In a hurry?

Oh, forget it.
Excuse me.

Hey, just a minute.
Just a minute.

That elephant,
is it yours?

Please don't leave it
unattended.

Thank you.

Bryony: He loves my mum,

and now that stupid tart
has got her claws into him,

silly sod that he is,

he suddenly got
all these hobbies--

fretwork classes,
Spanish cookery.

Wednesdays, he's learning
the saxophone.

He's out till all hours,

and him a greengrocer
with all those early starts.

I'd go and have a word
with this woman.

I don't know who she is.

Mum just says
he comes back knackered

and smelling of gardenias.

Oh, dear oh, dear.

Right.

Well, I think we can
help you with this.

Frank.

We are with
a detective agency.

Frank.

Now, I'll just take down
one or two details.

Your dad--
greengrocer, you say?

What's his name?

Bryony: Donald Matthews.

Well, you just leave
everything to us.

Frank.

Clocks are my life,
you see?

All through my long years
at the bank,

I made a study of them--

how they worked,
the history of them--

after my dear wife Melissa
passed away

to fill in the time,
so to speak.

But this clock,
monty.

Tell me
about this clock.

This one?
Mm.

We are vulnerable here.

They could
spot us any minute.

We really must get back
and lose ourselves in a crowd.

[Train whistle blowing]

Oh, what time does
this train start back?

Two minutes.

Look, lad. She probably
had something on her mind

and just stepped off back there
to be on her own for a while.

Derek.

Derek?

No. She wouldn't
do that.

Look. We're detectives
working on a case.

Well, now, that's funny.
I was a detective last week--

"an inspector calls"
for the bay cup thespians.

Oh, it's a clever play

because, you see,
he never existed.

He was just a product
of guilty minds.

Ha ha ha!

So, monty, two men
brought you a clock

to mend and value
6 weeks ago, you say,

which you thought
was stolen.

Yes. That story about
their mother dying

and leaving it to them,
it was nonsense.

So why didn't you
take it to the police?

What could I prove?

I had to check
its provenance.

I'm almost certain
it's a Johnson.

Harris Johnson,
18th century,

famous for
navigational clocks,

but just once in a while,
he turned out one of these.

I'm only
agreeing to this

if you let me
take charge of it.

You in charge?

She's my friend,

and I don't want her
messed about.

Messed about?

[Whistle blows]

[Steam whistle blowing]

Mind if I join you?

So who are you
looking for?

You've searched up and down.
I might help you.

Who the frig are you?

The train detective.

Amazing what people leave
lying around these days.

[Geese honking]

My sister and I were
out on a ramble.

Didn't like the look
of the weather.

Aye, it'll bucket down
tonight, right enough.

I could tell by
them fellows behind me.

The geese tell you
the weather? How?

Well, it's the beak
movement, you see,

and their throats
get tight.

Extraordinary.

Yes.

� Oh, this year,
I'm off to sunny Spain... �

that's her.
That is the woman.

Now, what is her name?

You can't just
jump to conclusions.

Oh, yes I can, love.
I know women like that.

I mean, I've heard what women
like that do to married men.

Just take
my word for it.

Excuse me.

The lady behind the bar,
what's her name?

Man: Kirsty withers, why?

Oh, nothing.
Nothing.

I think she's a friend
of my late wife's cousin,

that's all.

[Applause]

Nice meeting you.

Hang on a minute.

Monty: I hope you
didn't mind "sister,"

but I felt we needed
some plausibility.

Yes. We do, monty,
and while we've stopped,

what are the names
of your pursuers?

Names?
Their names...

And a contact number
for you to tell them

when the clock is ready.

Oh, yes.
They left a card,

but that will be
somewhere at home.

Inspector: She probably
had something on her mind

and just stepped off back there
to be on her own for a while.

Thank you very much,
Mr. cranham,

and I hope your geese
get home safe and dry.

You're welcome, love.

Which one?

That's her,
behind the bar.

Frank.

She's the one.

Don't do
anything hasty.

Wouldn't
dream of it.

Bryony?

Mrs. kirsty withers?

That's me, love.

You leave my dad alone,
you scheming cow.

He's a married man,
and my mum is worth ten of you.

I beg your pardon?

Bryony, for
God's sake.

Keep out of this, dad.

It's between me and her,
rotten little tart.

What did you call me?

A rotten little tart,
that's what you are.

Bring her out the back.
I want a word with her.

Janet: All right.
You've done it now, Frank.

I have?
What have I done?

Where have you been,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

I've been waiting.

All explanations
can save, Geoffrey.

This is Mr. Francis,
our client.

Monty.
How do you do?

Hello.

Have you seen the red car
in your travels?

No, but I spoke
to one of them.

He got on the train
back from bury.

And?

Well, he said he
was looking for a thief.

The description
fits our client.

I told him I was
the train detective

and I'd help him.

Train detective on
this little chuffer,

and he believed you?

Yeah, and he gave me
his business card.

"Flintoff's videos
in ramsbottom."

Well done,
Geoffrey.

This will save us
a trip to your house.

Until we're sure
you're out of harm's way.

Oh, they'll be ablet about Janet
to fend for themselves,nk?

And we've got
work to do.

Now then, you cheeky
little madam--

you're wrecking
our lives!

Wrecking lives?

The only thing
being wrecked

oh, don't try and deny it.
You've been seen together.On.

Donald: Seen? Doing what?
Are you out of your mind?

Who's been
spreading this muck?

Kirsty:
Yes. Come on.

I want an answer
to that fast.

Speak up, girl.

I can't divulge
the source.

You've had us followed.
I don't believe it.

You vicious,
little, dirty--

aah!

Uh!

Oh!

Hey!

Hey!

What's
your interest?

Me?
Yeah.

Nothing.
I was just passing.

All quiet
on the Western front,

then, is it?

Right. Good.
Cheerio.

Are you all right?

Yeah.
It were worth it.

See you, dad.

What?
You're going nowhere

until you apologized right here
and now and explained yourself.

Who put you up to this, eh?

Was it you? Was it?

She's a professional.

A professional?
Who do you work for?

I want the name
of your firm now.

[Telephone rings]

Wainthropp detective--
Janet.

Eh?

Hetty: You can have
Geoffrey's bed...

What happened?

What?

We'll find you a pair
of my husband's pajamas.

What a service you
provide, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm most grateful.

And a pair of matching
socks for the morning.

Oh, yes.
In my haste...

Frank, show monty
where the bathroom is

if you've finished
with it.

Righto.
It's up here.

And first thing
Monday morning,

I'll pay a visit
to that video shop.

No. Janet,
I'm coming over.

Janet all right?

A bit of a problem

with her Uncle Donald,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

There's nothing serious,
but I said I'd pop over.

Geoffrey...

I'm sorry
I gave you a fright.

I didn't think you'd
been kidnapped.

I was just worried.

I know.

You've done
some good work today.

I'm proud of you...

And I'm all right
about Derek.

Great. I'll see you
in the morning, then.

Good night, Geoffrey.

How could you
give him our name?

He was going
to have me arrested.

Well, I didn't have
to tell you any of this.

Well, what were you doing
in that pub, anyway?

Oh, ask Frank.

Oh, I might have known.
Frank.

It wasn't all his fault.

I could have
stopped him,

but I was thinking
of my future.

The garage has
accepted the offer

from the garden center.

You're joking.

There's enough bits of engines
under that scrag of land

to stop
a cactus growing.

That's skully's problem.

He's selling up, and
I'll negotiate me pay off.

I'll take us on holiday.
Fancy Peru?

What? You can't
Chuck your motors.

You're the best
mechanic there is.

I know, but I want
to spread me wings.

Don't you want us
to be partners?

Partners?
Yeah. No.

What do you mean,
partners?

Oh, you're useless.

Well, if you mean
detective partners,

that takes special
skills like--

like what? Teach me.

Right. Well, first off,

the Wainthropp agency
never does divorces.

Why not?

She won't.
She never has.

That's final.

Well, who's talking
about divorce?

We could be
saving a marriage.

Look. I see a mate
crying into her apron.

She loves
her mum and dad.

What would you do?
Hey, love, I'm talking.

She was a step away
from phoning the samaritans.

Don't go yet,
Manuelo.

I must.

I got some sorting
to do at home.

Yes. Your daughter.

Not just her, the wife
and that Wainthropp agency.

I remember
that stupid girl.

She went to school
with bry.

At least they were
barking up the wrong tree.

But they weren't so
far off, were they?

Don't worry about it.

Usual time Monday?

Or is it you
and kirsty withers?

Don't be daft.

Have you seen
her husband?

He's darts champion.

He'd double top me
if I messed with her.

I'll see you,
sweetheart.

Adios, amigo.

Evening.

What do you two want?

[Knocking on door]

[Doorbell ringing]

Wainthropp
detective agency?

Well, I--yes.

Who are you,
the governor?

You can't
be a detective.

Well, no.
I'm more of a houseguest.

But who are you?

You've got the old woman
working for you.

Yeah. Not, I think--

you're the scum of
the earth, you people--

snooping, prying.

You've done me wrong,

and I demand
satisfaction.

I'm not standing
for this.

Oh!

Hetty: What's
going on down here?

You Hetty Wainthropp?

I am. Who are you?

Donald Matthews.

I'm here because one
of your employees last night

made an offensive
and diabolical blunder

which has caused untold distress
to several parties.

I have no employees.

I have my partner
Mr. Shawcross.

I think I can explain
some of it.

Donald: You do that,
young man.

Here's my card.

If I haven't received
a full explanation

and apology
by last thing tomorrow,

I'm putting the whole matter
in the hands of my solicitors.

Good day.

Tea or coffee anyone?

[Door closes]

We'd like some tea,
thank you, monty.

So...

Last night, Geoffrey,
when you left here,

you and Janet went out
on the town somewhere.

No. Well,
that is, yes.

She was a bit upset
about her Uncle Donald.

Donald?
Uncle Donald?

Matthews,
by any chance?

No. I don't know.
I never met him.

Geoffrey: It was my fault,
what happened,

in a roundabout way.

Yes. It was
definitely my fault.

Is Geoff in,
Mr. Wainthropp?

Well,
I don't know.

You see, I've only
just got up.

Geoffrey: It were like we were
trying to save a marriage.

Hetty: Were you now?

Yes. Like, if it was
just a midlife crisis

and he realized his mistake,
he might go back to his wife.

They love each other,
and this girl was desperate.

She was only one step away
from phoning the samaritans.

So what do you suggest,
Mr. Shawcross,

to save the reputation
of this agency?

I--well, I--

Janet: Geoff
is quite right in saying

that this man is up
to something, Mrs. Wainthropp.

He's out every night--

fretwork classes,
Spanish cookery.

He's learning trombone
wednesdays.

No. Sax.
Saxophone wednesdays.

He could be having his little
fling at any of these places.

So, are you
suggesting, Janet,

that we enroll in these
classes to spy on a man

in order to blackmail
him into silence?

I'd rather
throw in the towel.

No. Janet didn't mean
that, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Hold on.
No. Look.

We got you into this.

Why don't you let us
get you out?

Monty: I put some eggs
on the timer, 4 minutes...

Oh, my goodness.

And now, since you have
other things to contend with,

I shall slip away back home,
where the heart is. Tick-tock.

I can't desert them.
They all need winding.

No. You can't go back,
not on your own.

You're in danger.

Geoffrey'll
go back with you.

Right.
Monty, keep an eye out.

Ha!

[Door opens]

I'm looking for
something suitable

to entertain
my grandchildren.

Oh. Oh, yeah.
That one.

I love that one.

Oh. Well, I'll take
your word on it.

Thank you.

Don't tell me.
It's Sean, isn't it?

No. Barry.

Barry.
Of course you are.

Ha ha ha!

I remember you
and your brother

when you
were knee high.

I'm a very old friend
of your mother's.

Is she well?

No. She's dead.

Oh, no.

Oh, I am sorry.
When?

3 months last Tuesday.

You know, she'd only got back
from Spain on the Sunday.

Spain?

Ah, the doctor
told her not to travel,

but she wouldn't listen.

I think she wanted
to die out there

among her own sort.

Well, it's
understandable.

I wish I had known.

I'd have come
for the funeral,

or did you just want
to keep it family?

Family--just Sean and meself
and a couple of neighbors,

oh, and Connie,
of course.

Connie?

Connie, our sister.

Oh, little Connie.
Ha ha ha! Of course.

Does she still
live hereabouts?

No. She lives
in bay cup.

And she married
that fellow,

what's his name?

Flintoff videos.

Oh, Mr. Delaney.
It's Delaney.

Uh, she married nobody.

Oh. Well, I never.
There you are, you see?

What do I owe you?

Two pound, 25.

I'll find it
for you.

We'll have the money.
Yes. We will.

Just give us two quid.

No, no, no.
Fair is fair.

I never shortchanged
anybody.

Adams: Delaney?

He's a nasty piece of
work, Mrs. Wainthropp.

And the flintoff boys?

Just cogs in the wheel.

Could they be violent?
What's their game?

I need to know,
chief inspector.

A client's safety
depends on it.

Is it something to do
with videos?

What's this about,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

I don't need to go
into the details.

It's quite trivial,

but I have just heard
Delaney demanding money

from the flintoffs
with menaces,

and I need to know why.

We think they collect
videos from Holland

for him, illegal stuff.

Maybe on this occasion,
the foreign link broke down.

They returned empty-handed.

Delaney had
paid them off up front

and wanted
his money back.

Now, that's
my information.

What have
you got for me?

Oh, very well.

It's about a clock.

A clock?

Hmm, who owns it.

I thought it was
the flintoff boys.

Now there's a sister,
which changes things.

Her name is Connie.
Did you know about her?

Connie flintoff,

sometimes known
as conchita.

She's clear.

She runs a Spanish
cookery class.

That's
very interesting.

Now, for an authentic paella,
you should have Risotto rice--

but you can use long-grain--

pieces of meat, right?

Chicken is best,

but if you must,
you can use rabbit

or, at a pinch,
any leftover meats,

and, of course, seafood,
particularly prawns or calamari.

Yes. I'm here,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Everything is ok. Yes.

Well, let's hope it
stays that way,

and I've made
some progress.

Put monty on,
will you?

Mrs. Wainthropp.

Monty,
listen carefully.

You must phone up
the flintoffs now

and arrange to
hand over the clock

at 10:00
tomorrow morning.

Oh, no.

You must.

If you don't, I'll turn
you in for stealing.

You'd be safer inside.

Bye, love.

What?

Oh, are you
off Frank?

Taxi is waiting.

I hope I've been
of some use.

Oh, yes. You have.
Don't go yet. Monty?

We'll do
the train thing properly

when Robert gets back...

Yes.
Just the 3 of us.

Yes. We shall,

and thank you very
much for coming.

Monty.

Monty.

Very well,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Yes. Of course,
I'll do as you say.

Good-bye.

Why are you
doing this to us?

Donald.

Conchita?

Conchita flintoff?

Hetty: There are some things you
have to let go in life, monty,

though who am I
to tell you that?

Ha ha ha!

All those years
at the bank,

people treated one
with such respect...

Or terror,

when in truth, underneath
it all, I was a child, a child.

This sister, you say.

Geoffrey has gone
to fetch her.

He'll bring her
through here.

I hope they're on time.

Oh, that's beautiful.
Is it Spanish?

It was my wife
Melissa's folly.

[Clock chiming]

Good heavens,
they'll be here.

Sean: What's she
doing here?

This is
family business.

Mrs. Wainthropp is
a private detective.

Here to see
fair play.

Hetty: This is your
clock, gentlemen?

Sean: That's right.
It's our clock, isn't it?

Conchita.

You're quite sure that
you and your brother

and nobody else own
this valuable clock.

Barry: It's ours.
It was our mum's,

and when she died,
she left it to me and Sean.

Liars.

It's 1/3 mine,
and you know it.

Connie.

That clock belonged
to our late mother.

She did make a will,
but, unfortunately,

forgot to put
the clock in it.

So it was
up for grabs,

and grabbed it,
they did, my brothers,

without consulting me...

Ease down.

And when they
couldn't get it back,

Saturday night, they
had the nerve to burst

into my flat
and ask me for money,

and now I know why.

Connie, baby--

don't "Connie, baby"
me, Sean.

It's conchita.

It was only
Mrs. Wainthropp here

told me
what your game was.

Well, so what
happens now?

Do we chop it up
in 3 pieces?

Oh, no. No.

What's it worth,
monty?

�6,000, and it's now
in perfect working order.

Conchita: So two grand
buys me out, boys.

Can't you manage it?

Well, let's try it
the other way.

I'll buy you out
on condition

that I never see
your ugly faces again.

Two for you, Sean,
and two for you, Barry.

Does that cover
your debts?

Mother will be
so pleased.

We never were planning
to Nick it.

I'm sure you weren't,
Mr. flintoff.

Sean.

Barry.

Come on. Let's go.

Hasta luego,
mis hermanos.

Hetty: Well, thank goodness
that's over.

Conchita: Oh,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Mr. Francis,
I understand

you have some affection
for this object.

Can you raise
the asking price?

I?

Oh, good heavens,
I'm not sure.

Well,
there's no hurry.

I'll just step out
into your garden

if you want
to think about it.

Oh, yes. Please do.

Do you want
this clock, monty?

Of course I do,

but...

�6,000.

It might actually
be worth a bit more.

Hetty:
As much as your caravan?

Conchita: My caravan.

My clock.

My mother said
there was a caravan

in the back of one
of these gardens.

I didn't believe her,
but this is it.

She grew up on one
just like this in andalusia.

Half Spanish,

yet born and brought up
in lancashire.

Must have been
interesting.

Conchita:
Oh, it was.

Sean, Barry,
and constance,

but to mum,
I was always conchita.

Conchita.

Is that where you get it
from, miss flintoff,

the music
and the cooking.

My regards to Mr. Matthews
when you see him.

Mr. Matthews?

His daughter, my girlfriend's
best mate at school.

We had a visit from him
on Sunday morning.

There'd been
a misunderstanding.

Oh?

You can give him
my assurance

that I've made it
quite plain to all my staff

that this agency never deals

with matters
of that nature.

As a matter of fact,
Mrs. Wainthropp,

the problem is gone.

As you've seen,

I don't like family
disputes, either.

Mr. Matthews will
not be attending

my cookery class
again.

Well, I better
be on my way.

Good-bye.

There are other small boats
in the bay

in need of a paddle.

My dear lady,
I shall put the word out

to all owners
of small bobbing craft

recommending
the Wainthropp lifeboat.

Hetty: What's going on?
What are you doing?

Open it.

Well, what is it?

Open it.

It's a joke or something.

Oh, monty sent
his socks back.

Ha ha ha!

What's this?

"Sydney, Australia"?

Today.

What are you
talking about?

Here's
your passport.

We've taken care
of everything,

and we packed
a case for you.

Don't be silly.
Is this a--

I know it's
a bit short notice,

but monty knew someone
on the airline.

And we didn't want to give
you any time to object.

Now, we'll be ringing
Mr. Wainthropp

to make sure he
meets you all right.

But I can't.
Have you washed the dishes?

But the agency.
What about here?

Don't worry.

Me and Geoff will
look after things.

We won't take on
anything

we can't handle,
promise.

These tickets,
did Robert phone?

Is this a prank,
or what?

Oh, my goodness, me.

Oh, this'll be
the death of me.

It's not an April fool?

No, it's not
April fool.

Ooh!

Hello, love.

Surprise, surprise.

It's me. I'm back home.

Hetty?

Hetty?

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